Falling

Angel’s sleeping in my bed, our bed. The shadows forming a protective blanket around his still form. I shouldn’t be here, he’s too distracting, but I don’t want to be anywhere else. I still can’t believe he came back to me, I thought he had left for good. Not much of a hopeful am I? Why should I be, he left and didn’t even say goodbye? He told me he wasn’t going to say goodbye, I guess it was kind of a farewell in its self.

I have to stop thinking, I’m meant to be studying. I mean, thinking in the studying sense.

The dictionary is making my leg cramp and I shift uncomfortably, wondering if there’s a better way to learn. Maybe Angel can help, he knows everything I’m trying to cram into my brain, he was there at the time.

I let myself watch him, study the way his lashes curl and cast shadows against his cheeks. Hmm, I wish I could be in bed with him, asleep in his arms, that’s a nice thought. Not one about history, which is the kind I should be having. I’m too weak, he’s too much temptation for one girl to handle. He moans, so softly I’m not sure I heard it, rolling over. He nuzzles his face into my pillow and sighs my name with an airy voice that turns me into Jello. I can almost see my resolve float right out the window, before I crawl into bed beside him.

I stroke his cool cheek, which warms to my caresses. It’s like a fire starts wherever I touch him, spreading out quickly, engulfing the rest of his cheek. His eyes open slowly and a blinding smile graces his lips. My breath catches in my throat and my body starts to awake up in places that I forgot existed. He fixes his liquid gaze on me and everything disappears. He glows, lighting up from the inside and spilling from his pores incasing us in white radiance.

He strokes my hair, playing with a few wayward curls. He sighs with contentment and I start to tingle all over. This demanding urge to kiss him just takes over and suddenly it’s like all that matters is finding the quickest way to get my tongue in his mouth. I press my lips against his softly, loving the way his stubble tickles my chin. He pulls me against him, deepening the kiss and it’s like tiny stars explode in every cell and I just can’t get enough. The kiss ends and I can’t help but miss his closeness. He senses it and wraps himself around me so that there isn’t an inch between us and I can feel every dip and curve of his body.

"Hey," he says, his voice is raspy and it’s like his mouth is still asleep and he can barely speak.

"Hey yourself," I try to say, but I’m way too caught up in the feel of his almost naked body to actually speak, so my words are more like a jumble of syllables.

"Aren’t you meant to be studying for your History test?" He raises his eyebrows and puts on a serious face. But his eyes twinkle and I can tell studying is the last thing he wants to do with me at the moment.

I’m breathless just thinking about what he could do to me and all the feelings he could make me feel. I’m hot all over, burning inside and my head is spinning so fast I think I’ll lose it. He kisses me, sliding his tongue against mine like a snake wrapping around its prey’s neck. That’s what it feels like, not that he’d hurt me, but it’s like he wants to devour me. He runs his hand up and down my back, along my spine and I can’t believe how sensitive I am. I feel like I’m climbing a ladder on the top of mount Everest and I could fall off at any moment and never stop. He sucks on my tongue and the flames inside me get hotter as I climb higher. So softly that I can barely feel it, he moves his hand to my breast, tracing his fingertips around the curve. The fire burning deep inside rages like an inferno and it threatens to swallow me. His hand moves higher tracing my nipple and I can’t believe how good that feel, how close I am to falling. He brushes his thumb across the tip and rockets go off, like insane fireworks that goes in every direction, spiralling downwards. The ladder suddenly tilts and the heat engulfs me. I fall as the pleasure rolls over me like 10 foot waves, drowning me in it, all the air sucked from my lungs and I can’t kick to the surface to get more, I don’t want to.

My heart slows and a hazy fog settles around me.

"So, ready for History?" He asks, teasing me with the last thing I want to hear at the moment.

"Shut up."

I open my eyes slowly, the lids are so heavy that it’s a struggle to open them the width of a hair. He’s grinning at me and I can feel love pouring off him in waves. He rolls over pulling me against his broad chest and it’s like I turn to liquid. I melt into his body, where I’m warm and safe and so in love I can’t think about anything else.